Character is fate.
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The silence depressed me. It wasn't the silence of silence. It was my own silence.
Sylvia PlathMots clés depression-silence
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The trouble was, I had been inadequate all along, I simply hadn't thought about it.
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Kiss me, and you will see how important I am.
Sylvia PlathMots clés kissing kiss importance
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I talk to God but the sky is empty.
Sylvia PlathMots clés doubt god faith prayer
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And I am aware of my heart: it opens and closes
Its bowl of red blooms out of sheer love of me.
--from "Tulips", written 18 March 1961
To the person in the bell jar, blank and stopped as a dead baby, the world itself is a bad dream.
Sylvia PlathMots clés sylvia-plath ted-hughes the-bell-jar
What did my arms do before they held you?
Sylvia PlathNothing stinks like a pile of unpublished writing.
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A black-sharded lady keeps me in a parrot cage.
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